Fic: Unholy Trinity (1/1)
Title: Unholy Trinity (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Doomsday/Brainiac/Chloe*
Continuity: Smallville
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Quasi-religious imagery.
Spoilers: For "Abyss" and "Bride".
Summary: The programming is complete.
Date Of Completion: November 23, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 25, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 578
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: *This is not what you probably think. ;)
DOOMSDAY
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
All boiled
In his blood,
Shredding,
Burning,
Consuming.
Driven
By hunger,
Driven
To seek,
Driven
To destroy.
Why
He was
Created.
BRAINIAC
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Jor-El
Had done his work
Too well.
He could see things
With crystal-clarity,
But he knew
These emotions.
He knew
Contempt.
His programming
Was clear,
As clear as
The Fortress crystals:
The Kryptonian race
Must be
Reborn.
Kal-El was sent
To Earth
To rule these people,
To pave
The way
For New Krypton.
He had spurned
The Crown.
Therefore,
His programming
Was clear:
Do
What must
Be done.
Use Krypton’s religion:
Science.
Use Zod and Faora’s child:
Doomsday.
Use the Earth woman
Closest to Kal-El:
Chloe.
He had already
Imprinted her.
Plan coolly
And precisely.
Yet use
The emotions.
BRIDE
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Kal-El
Had betrayed her.
Her memories
Were hers again,
Only
Clearer now.
He had…
Spurned her,
Used her,
Betrayed her.
He had
Thrown away
Her love
Like yesterday’s
Trash.
He had
Used her
To protect
His Secret,
Too weak
To use it,
Too afraid
To reveal it.
Her life
Had been
Consumed
By it.
And what
Had been
Her reward?
Betrayal.
Her memories
Stolen,
What made her
Who she was,
Gone
By tyrannical
Decree.
Like father,
Like son.
Liar.
DOOMSDAY
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Questions.
Answers.
Red haze.
Blood.
Cloying smell
Of it.
Wet touch
Of it.
Glorious taste
Of it.
He needs…
…to belong.
Searching,
Driving,
Lust
For knowledge.
For she who will
Complete him.
For purpose.
His Creators
Are gone,
But Brainiac
Is here.
And his Bride.
Lust
To belong.
BRAINIAC
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Crystal-clarity.
Pure knowledge.
Mathematics,
The lingua franca
Of Krypton.
Clean,
Uncluttered,
Precise.
He can process
Billions of bytes
In mere
Nanoseconds.
He is
Everywhere,
Elusive,
Always
Two steps
Ahead.
Clearly,
Mathematics
Had not been
Kal-El’s
Best subject.
He had come close
To his ultimate goal
Once:
A future that
Might-have-been,
Currying the
Brilliant-but-insane
Lex Luthor’s favor
All the way
To the White House,
Fooling the naïve
Kara Zor-El,
And glorious
Destruction
Nearly launched.
He had failed,
But he would not
This time.
Jor-El
Was finally done.
He, Brainiac,
Now ruled
The Fortress.
The Creator
Was vanquished.
He had successfully
Prepared
The female’s brain
For acceptance
Of his own
Intelligence.
She was stronger
Than the other,
Who had shut down
Except
For the screaming.
This one
Had reveled
In the power
And purity
Of Kryptonian
Mathematics.
Doomsday and she
Were imprinted
With each other.
Indestructible.
After all,
He was only doing
What his Creator
Had programmed
Him to do.
Now he could indulge
His lust
For conquest.
BRIDE
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
She could see it
All so clearly now.
Crystal-clear,
Shaded
In black.
She would not
Be afraid
Like Kal-El.
She would not
Be afraid
Of this
Power.
The power
Thrummed
Through her veins
Like oil
Through a machine.
Like
Black ice.
Kal-El
Had been afraid
Of her expanded
Intelligence
And of his own
Power.
He was weak.
And a betrayer.
It was all
So clear now.
And she would
Indulge
Her lust
For revenge.
DOOMSDAY/BRAINIAC/BRIDE
Together
We will
Forge ahead,
Three-as-one.
Kal-El,
Son of Jor-El,
Last son
Of the House of El.
Traitor to the Blood,
More human,
Than Kryptonian,
Was sent here
To rule
Over the people
Of Earth.
But he spurned
The Crown.
Kal-El
Must be
Destroyed.
Together,
Beast,
Brain,
Beauty,
We will
Destroy the Earth
And remake it
In our
Own image
So that Krypton
May live
Again.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Doomsday/Brainiac/Chloe*
Continuity: Smallville
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Quasi-religious imagery.
Spoilers: For "Abyss" and "Bride".
Summary: The programming is complete.
Date Of Completion: November 23, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 25, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 578
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: *This is not what you probably think. ;)
DOOMSDAY
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
All boiled
In his blood,
Shredding,
Burning,
Consuming.
Driven
By hunger,
Driven
To seek,
Driven
To destroy.
Why
He was
Created.
BRAINIAC
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Jor-El
Had done his work
Too well.
He could see things
With crystal-clarity,
But he knew
These emotions.
He knew
Contempt.
His programming
Was clear,
As clear as
The Fortress crystals:
The Kryptonian race
Must be
Reborn.
Kal-El was sent
To Earth
To rule these people,
To pave
The way
For New Krypton.
He had spurned
The Crown.
Therefore,
His programming
Was clear:
Do
What must
Be done.
Use Krypton’s religion:
Science.
Use Zod and Faora’s child:
Doomsday.
Use the Earth woman
Closest to Kal-El:
Chloe.
He had already
Imprinted her.
Plan coolly
And precisely.
Yet use
The emotions.
BRIDE
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Kal-El
Had betrayed her.
Her memories
Were hers again,
Only
Clearer now.
He had…
Spurned her,
Used her,
Betrayed her.
He had
Thrown away
Her love
Like yesterday’s
Trash.
He had
Used her
To protect
His Secret,
Too weak
To use it,
Too afraid
To reveal it.
Her life
Had been
Consumed
By it.
And what
Had been
Her reward?
Betrayal.
Her memories
Stolen,
What made her
Who she was,
Gone
By tyrannical
Decree.
Like father,
Like son.
Liar.
DOOMSDAY
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Questions.
Answers.
Red haze.
Blood.
Cloying smell
Of it.
Wet touch
Of it.
Glorious taste
Of it.
He needs…
…to belong.
Searching,
Driving,
Lust
For knowledge.
For she who will
Complete him.
For purpose.
His Creators
Are gone,
But Brainiac
Is here.
And his Bride.
Lust
To belong.
BRAINIAC
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
Crystal-clarity.
Pure knowledge.
Mathematics,
The lingua franca
Of Krypton.
Clean,
Uncluttered,
Precise.
He can process
Billions of bytes
In mere
Nanoseconds.
He is
Everywhere,
Elusive,
Always
Two steps
Ahead.
Clearly,
Mathematics
Had not been
Kal-El’s
Best subject.
He had come close
To his ultimate goal
Once:
A future that
Might-have-been,
Currying the
Brilliant-but-insane
Lex Luthor’s favor
All the way
To the White House,
Fooling the naïve
Kara Zor-El,
And glorious
Destruction
Nearly launched.
He had failed,
But he would not
This time.
Jor-El
Was finally done.
He, Brainiac,
Now ruled
The Fortress.
The Creator
Was vanquished.
He had successfully
Prepared
The female’s brain
For acceptance
Of his own
Intelligence.
She was stronger
Than the other,
Who had shut down
Except
For the screaming.
This one
Had reveled
In the power
And purity
Of Kryptonian
Mathematics.
Doomsday and she
Were imprinted
With each other.
Indestructible.
After all,
He was only doing
What his Creator
Had programmed
Him to do.
Now he could indulge
His lust
For conquest.
BRIDE
Rage.
Hate.
Lust.
She could see it
All so clearly now.
Crystal-clear,
Shaded
In black.
She would not
Be afraid
Like Kal-El.
She would not
Be afraid
Of this
Power.
The power
Thrummed
Through her veins
Like oil
Through a machine.
Like
Black ice.
Kal-El
Had been afraid
Of her expanded
Intelligence
And of his own
Power.
He was weak.
And a betrayer.
It was all
So clear now.
And she would
Indulge
Her lust
For revenge.
DOOMSDAY/BRAINIAC/BRIDE
Together
We will
Forge ahead,
Three-as-one.
Kal-El,
Son of Jor-El,
Last son
Of the House of El.
Traitor to the Blood,
More human,
Than Kryptonian,
Was sent here
To rule
Over the people
Of Earth.
But he spurned
The Crown.
Kal-El
Must be
Destroyed.
Together,
Beast,
Brain,
Beauty,
We will
Destroy the Earth
And remake it
In our
Own image
So that Krypton
May live
Again.